On the cozy bed, a fierce competition for Gwendolyn’s attention erupted between the two little ones.

Zendaya and Benedict both vied for the prime spot next to their beloved mother, even tussling to snuggle up to her.

Benedict, being the more mature and sensible older brother, eventually conceded defeat.

He graciously shifted his little pillow next to Cedrick’s.

After a good half-hour of chaos, the family finally settled down, ready to drift off into dreamland.

Little did they suspect that as soon as the lights went out, a tiny voice belonging to Zendaya pierced the darkness.

“Mommy, my heart is racing like crazy. I just can’t fall asleep,” Zendaya whimpered, her voice carrying a tinge of desperation.

Cedrick, his voice laced with lazy amusement, chimed in. “Zendy, you were sprinting like a cheetah before bedtime. It’s no wonder you’re all wound up.”

Gwendolyn remained silent.

While Zendaya struggled to find sleep, Benedict desperately needed it.

Gwendolyn could see the exhaustion etched on his face. After spending hours in the lab receiving treatments, Benedict deserved a restful night at home.

While she was pondering a solution, Cedrick proposed one. “What if your mommy tells you both a bedtime story?”

Zendaya perked up. “Yes, please!”

Benedict rolled his eyes. “That’s boring.”

Cedrick had a secret agenda. He was hoping that exposing Benedict to more fairy tales and their enchanting lessons might soften his precocious and adult-like demeanor.

He insisted, “Benny, you’ve never experienced your mommy’s storytelling, have you? Consider it a new experience, and it’ll also help soothe Zendy to sleep.”

Benedict grudgingly shifted his position, tucking his arms in. “Whatever. Girls are so troublesome. Even when it comes to bedtime, they want attention before they’re willing to sleep.”

to her big brother’s grumbling and lovingly embraced him

she coaxed her sickly brother, “Oh, Benny, I’m not being troublesome. Just give Mommy’s stories a chance. They’re really fascinating. You absolutely must give them

flicker of curiosity danced in his eyes. It was

and Gwendolyn exchanged a look. Cedrick’s gaze seemed to convey a message without words as he nodded

bedside table. Flipping through the pages, she began her melodious narration of the

side, propping his arm on the bed and casually supporting his head as he absorbed every word of Gwendolyn’s storytelling. He couldn’t help but admire her ethereal beauty as

the bedroom of Harrick Villa, an aura of warmth and harmony

felt heartwarming and tender as Gwendolyn was surrounded by

with the prince at the grand ball, got married, and had two adorable little babies. They were never apart again and lived happily

narrating the story, the main bedroom was filled with soft and

soft, golden glow of the bedside lamp, Cedrick and the

peaceful faces, her eyes eventually fixating on Cedrick’s handsome

gentle flick, she switched off the lamp, surrendering

rumors swirling around Zendaya calling Charles “Daddy” at the dinner table and how Zendaya managed to stir up chaos during Charles’

opportunity

and went far

Cedrick caught wind of the situation, he swiftly contained the news and even asked

Cloudington Group incurred losses worth

his drowsy daughter, “Why in the world did you rub Mr. Jenson the wrong way during your date yesterday? With Jenson Group canceling their collaboration with our Cloudington Group, this is like a clear warning to our family. You have no idea who he is in the business world. He’s like a ruthless and decisive Grim Reaper. Cross him, and he can make even century-old empires crumble into dust. How on earth

utterly confused

possibly offend him when I don’t even know what’s

a storm of frustration was building up inside him. He saw Jessamyn’s

me! This morning, the vice CEO of Jenson Group, Nico Jenson, personally informed me about the collaboration cancellation. He had this cold expression, and I knew he was clearly holding back his anger. When I asked him

genuinely had no clue where the problem stemmed from. “Dad, I haven’t even met Cedrick Jenson.

she questioned their daughter, “Jess, tell your father everything you did yesterday. We

“Okay.”

stepped onto the carpet, and, with a pat on her face, started to recount the events of the previous day. She had only done a few things, so she quickly narrated everything to

get this, he even fathered an illegitimate child. He had the

her. I lost my cool and lashed out at her a bit. After that, I reached out to some newspapers and reporters to expose Charles’ wild ways. But it looks like I didn’t give enough money, as no juicy Newton Group

exchanged puzzled looks, trying to

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